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The bombardment continued through the 19th and 20th
and 21st of August, now with guns firing independently,
now with salvos or rounds of Battery fire, now with
individual guns being ranged afresh from some O.P.,
with hardly an hour’s interval of silence.
How little the individual soldier knows of what is
happening at these times! Conflicting rumours
of varying credibility came in to us during those
three days, rumours of big advances both to the north
and to the south. But on our own sector we knew
that no permanent advance had been made, for we were
still firing a good deal on old “Zone 15,”
one of our first day’s targets, and on that
damned Hill 464, the most important of the first objectives
of the Infantry.

Before this offensive began I had slept in a hut above
ground, but the Major had now insisted that I should
sleep in a small dug-out half-way up a steep bank,
at the bottom of which our Mess Hut stood in an orchard
stretching down to the river bank. The Austrians
shelled us intermittently, but without doing any damage.
In the small hours of the 21st I was dozing in my
dug-out, where I had been reading Lowes Dickinson’s
Choice Before Us, a congenial book at such a
time, with nine-tenths of which I was in complete
agreement. I then heard a series of Austrian
“4.2’s” come sailing over my dug-out
and burst just at the foot of the bank. They
made miserable bursts in the soft earth, so small
as to make me suspect gas shells for a moment, but
this suspicion did not worry me, for no one was sleeping
at the bottom and gas cannot run uphill. Next
morning I found a shell hole fifteen yards from the
Mess Hut, another on the path and several others among
the trees. They were “double events,”
with a shrapnel and time fuse head and a high explosive
and percussion fuse tail, but neither head nor tail
had been of much effect. There was very heavy
firing that morning, but less in the afternoon.
Great gloom prevailed on our sector, where we were
back again in most of our first positions. The
Infantry were reported to be unable to make headway
against machine guns on Hill 464 and the Tamburo.
To the south, on the Carso, the ruins of the village
of Selo had been taken, but not much else.

But, though we did not know it then, the Italian Army
in those first three days had won magnificent successes
to the north of us.

CHAPTER XV

WE SWITCH OUR GUNS NORTHWARD

On the 22nd of August we got for the first time definite
news of the Italian advance on the Bainsizza Plateau.
The day was rather hotter than usual, and on our own
sector there was still no appreciable progress.
Hill 464 had been won and lost three times since yesterday
morning, and, to the south of it, Hill 368 also had
been won and lost again. Up there it must be
a vain and shocking shambles. It was claimed for
Cadorna’s communiques, I think justly, that
at this time no others were more moderate and truthful.
No point was claimed as won, until it was not merely
won but securely held.